Hate Me, Love Me |GxG|
Genuine.
My thoughts were abruptly shattered by a light tap on my shoulder. I turned, my expression shifting back to one of icy disinterest. "Yes?"
"Hi, Margaux...uhm, my friends and I were playing a game of truth or dare, and I was dared to give you a kiss." A girl I didn't recognize stood there, her face adorned with shy adoration. She was pale, her skin almost translucent, and she was shaking visibly. Poor girl.
I tilted my head, feeling a strange sense of generosity. I wanted to see if I felt anything—if a compliment or a touch from anyone else would elicit the same spark I'd felt when Remington looked at me.